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Tomboy: The Big Leagues

FEM Fighters Super Heroines in Peril

Chapter 15

The waist-high weeds held lots of bugs and burrs. Tomboy felt them on her body as she lay belly down on the hard, rocky ground. While the bugs crawled around, freaking her out, the burrs just attached themselves to every square inch of cloth, and especially her shoe strings.

Tomboy lay perfectly still in the weeds and watched the crime scene before her. Lone Star and the three FEM Fighters huddled together for a moment, before Puritan moved Gloriosa’s motorcycle onto the shoulder, while the other three women circled Gloriosa’s unconscious body. Puma removed the vanquished masked vigilante’s Power Bracers, while Vixen took the FEM Belt. Lone Star then rolled Gloriosa onto her belly, pulled her arms back, and bound her wrists, before tying her ankles together.

Looking at the three FEM Fighters, Tomboy wondered, How did they catch up to us so fast? Where did they come from?

The Hypno Gang’s hideout had to be close to the Edwards Farm. That meant they wouldn’t take Gloriosa that far away, either. She glanced at the captured heroine’s bike.

I hope that homing device works.

It almost looked like a super heroine crime scene while awaiting the police to show up and take the bad guys into custody. The FEM Fighters and Lone Star moved all around, collecting evidence, including Tomboy’s cap. She didn’t even remember losing it.

Tomboy neither saw nor heard any indication that the police were coming. Surely one of the cars that had been forced to stop while the heroines battled had called the police. The police had to be coming. Right?

“Oh” she gasped when her phone buzzed.

It was on mute, but the vibrate function still sounded loud in Tomboy’s ears. She pulled it out of her back pocket to see Chase’s picture on the screen. Why was he calling her at this hour?

“Ooooh,” she said under her breath.

Her body tingled as a wave of heat washed through her. Tomboy bit her lip as her pussy began heating up, feeling wet, and then started tingling. Yeah, she knew what her boyfriend wanted. And she wanted it just as much, but…

Hand tight around the phone, breathing fast and shallowly, she looked at the hypnotized heroines, and then her eyes locked on Gloriosa’s limp form looking so helpless and vulnerable stretched out on the shoulder of the road.

I can’t, she thought, and let it go to voicemail.

It was not easy! Visions of Chase’s smile filled her head, and then the memories of all the fun times she had with him, and Carrie. Oh, Carrie. So sensual, so enthusiastic in bed. Carrie always put her best effort into lovemaking. And that woman could kiss like no one else.

No. Can’t think about that, she silently scolded herself. I have to find a way to save Gloriosa, at the very least.

A big, jacked up pickup with monster tires pulled over onto the shoulder. It was bright red with lots of chrome. The four heroines turned minions regarded it without alarm or care. And then Joe got out. He came alone.

“What’s up, girls?” he called.

Lone Star hurried over and kissed him, followed by Vixen, Puma, and then Puritan. He hugged and kissed each of them at least twice, copping feels of their boobs and butts. The women never flinched or complained. Tomboy’s belly twisted, knowing their minds were subjugated, allowing him to do anything he wanted with and to them. And they’d never even think to resist or complain.

After a few salacious moments, Lone Star took Joe by the hand and led him over to Gloriosa. He dropped to one knee beside her and checked her bindings. He examined her at length, and quite thoroughly. He yanked her top down to her waist to get at her large, firm boobs. Left Tomboy breathless from just watching.

Chase called her again. So Tomboy turned the phone off.

What is wrong with him? she thought. I can’t… I just can’t.

Yeah, she knew Chase’s problem. Sex addiction. And he might’ve gotten her addicted too. Or maybe it was her long, hard summer prior to starting college? But he had Carrie to sate his appetites until she could resolve the problem before her.

If I can’t save at least Gloriosa, then I don’t have any business pretending I’m a super heroine.

Joe stood, gaining Tomboy’s full attention. The four mind-controlled heroines were instantly alert to him as well. He pointed at Gloriosa, then her bike, and finally the bed of his pickup. Tomboy tensed up as the heroines walked over to Gloriosa’s bike, while he lowered the pickup’s tailgate.

Puritan walked the bike over, and then Lone Star used her Power to lift it up, and gently place it in the pickup’s bed. Joe jumped up with it, and quickly tied it down securely. He waved them in and apparently gave his orders, because the FEM Fighters went straight to their parked bikes, climbed on, and left in a flash.

Lone Star watched them go beside Joe, and then kissed him again. The Sisterhood heroine then scooped Gloriosa’s limp body into a cradle carry, and slowly flew up and away. Like the three FEM Fighters, Lone Star flew back up the road from the way they’d all come.

Could they be going back to the Edwards Farm?

That would not be good for Gloriosa. But why would the Hypno Gang do all that work, capture another heroine, and then give her to those societal rejects? No, Tomboy knew the gang was along that road somewhere.

Joe’s pickup roared to life. She’d forgotten about him while watching the heroines depart. He gave the pickup the gas, and recklessly merged with the light traffic. And then he did a U-turn and headed back down the road, following the heroines.

Tomboy stood and walked down to the road. They took everything. Other than some skid-marks on the road, there was nothing to show a crime had been committed. So she pulled out her phone and powered it back up.

An alert for Chase’s voicemails, and a private message, appeared on her screen.

“Four voice messages?” she asked. “He’s worst than a girl.”

She did check the text message, which was just a demand she listen to her voicemail immediately. Tomboy ignored his command. She would make it up to him later.

“Priorities,” she whispered, closing out her messages app, and pulling up the homing device tracker app. “Please let this work.”

It took her a few minutes to figure out the app. She’d just been given a quick run-through previously. A map of the immediately area appeared. The red dot indicating the motorcycle’s location remained in the middle of her screen, while the map below it slowly moved. As the target moved further away, the map zoomed out just enough for the green dot indicating her location to stay on screen.

It took less than ten minutes before it showed Joe turn off the highway, head down a country road, and finally stop. Tomboy studied it another fifteen minutes to ensure the red dot didn’t start moving again.

“At least they didn’t go to the Edwards Farm,” she muttered. She cringed when she checked the distance from her location. “Fifteen miles? Holy shit.”

The house was out in the country. The map didn’t show any sign of development, no housing developments or anything. Could be a farm. Could just be a trailer out in the middle of nowhere. Only one way to find out.

Tomboy started walking down the road.

“Time to show everyone my mettle. It’s do or die time for Tomboy.”

~**~**~

Gloriosa moaned. Her head throbbed, while her body felt cold, tingly. Well, her upper body was cold anyway. Darkness started to pull her back down, but she felt movement. Was someone carrying her? Dallas’ top FEM Fighter struggled to consciousness.

“What’s happening?” she gasped out, head spinning. “Where am I?”

“Shhh,” a feminine voice said. “We’re almost there.”

The voice sounded familiar, but it was so dark and she struggled to discern up from down, left from right. She quickly realized why she felt cold on her upper body. Her top was pushed down around her waist. And then she started to remember…

“Lone Star!” Gloriosa cried, and started to struggle.

“You will fall to your death if you break loose, sweetie,” Lone Star said. “We’re flying.”

Gloriosa froze, and then looked around. And down. Stars above. A scattering of lights below. And city lights off in the distance. For a second, vertigo seized her.

More memories returned. The fight with the Edwards. Lone Star attacking them on the road. Tomboy stepping forward to protect her from Lone Star.

“Where’s Tomboy?” Gloriosa said. “If you hurt her, so help me…”

“You’ll do what? Think mean things as you slavishly obey your new masters?”

She remembered Puma “serving” her masters. Puma, Vixen, and Puritan were the mind-controlled slaves of the Hypno Gang. As was Lone Star. And Lone Star was taking her to them.

“Oh no! No!” she cried, starting to buck and writhe. “Let me go!”

That’s when she realized her ankles were bound as well. She tugged at her wrists, tried to break her ankle bindings, and cursed the fact she’d been depowered.

Lone Star tightened her hold. “Calm down, sweetie. It’s going to happen, so just relax and enjoy.”

“Enjoy being a hypnotized slave? Enjoy being a mind-controlled fuck toy?”

“Yes. I am, and it’s fucking awesome,” Lone Star said. “I don’t have a care in the world, and I’ve never had so much amazing sex in my life. You’ll love it as much as the rest of us do.”

Gloriosa gawked at her. She really meant it. Of course, Lone Star was under the insidious power of the Hypno Gang, so didn’t realize what she said. But did it matter? Once they hypnotized her, Gloriosa understood she’d be just as eager and excited to fuck all of them, as well as commit crimes for her masters.

I’ve fucked up big time this time.

Lone Star began to descend. Gloriosa gasped, mind going numb at the thought of her fate. She couldn’t wrap her mind around becoming a hypno slave. Soon, her entire life would revolve around pleasing very bad men. Men she’d fought, arrested, and sent to prison. Men with good reason to do very bad things to her.

“Lone Star, please. We’re friends,” she begged. “Don’t do this to me. Let me go. Please let me go.”

“Sorry, sweetie, but I must obey my masters,” she said. “They want you.” As her stiletto-booted feet touched the ground outside an old farmhouse, Lone Star kissed her. “And Old Man Edwards brought all of his sons over so they could fuck you, too. You wouldn’t want to disappoint them, would you?”

“What! No! No! Please no!”

The Sisterhood heroine tightened her hold on the FEM Fighter as she strode up onto the porch. Classic rock and roll filled the air, so loud it almost rattled the walls. Gloriosa struggled to escape, so Lone Star kicked the door a few times as she continued to hold on tightly. Leon opened it and grinned at her.

“Hey, Daddy! She’s here,” Leon shouted into the crowded room. “Party time!”

Lone Star carried the captured FEM Fighter through the living room, and toward the kitchen. It was a renovated house, so open concept. A large granite-topped island separated the kitchen and living room. A path opened through the crowd to the kitchen.

Gloriosa looked around with wild eyes. She spotted Texas Girl stripped down to just her boots, kneeling, and sucking one of the Edwards boys. The only other women in the room were the three Edwards girls, all topless and sitting in laps at the moment, and a hot little coed.

“Texas Girl, too?”

“I caught her earlier this evening,” Lone Star said.

The busty Latina was taken into the kitchen, and then laid atop the island. The Hypno Gang moved up with eager eyes. Her blood ran cold, eyes huge. Old Man Ernie Edwards stood front and center, wicked glee in his dark eyes.

Her attention was pulled back to Lone Star when the Sisterhood heroine pulled a knife out of a drawer. The hypnotized brunette immediately started cutting Gloriosa’s bright yellow leotard off her shapely body. In a flash, Lone Star stripped her down to just thigh boots, gloves, and mask. And then she cut away the bindings around the FEM Fighter’s ankles.

Lone Star’s left hand plunged in between the captive’s thighs, exploring and rubbing her hot, slick pussy. Gloriosa cried out, back bowing and kneels bending. She wasn’t expecting Lone Star to use her first.

“Ooooh, so wrong,” Gloriosa gasped out.

“Yet, it feels so right,” Lone Star said. “I know. I know. Puma was the first to take me, right here on this island.”

The busty brunette claimed the Latina’s lips in a deep, passionate kiss. A kiss Gloriosa hated how good it felt. She struggled to not kiss back, but it got harder and harder as it lingered. And then Lone Star found her clit, and rubbed the hell out of it.

“Hmmmmggh,” Gloriosa groaned.

The shapely Latina moaned and groaned, while her body writhed and her legs pumped up and down. She dragged her long stiletto heels across the smooth granite as her legs pumped, one foot moving up as the other moved down, over and over. And then Lone Star opened the Latina’s mouth with her own, and their tongues began to play.

A roughly callused hand grabbed Gloriosa’s right tit, and squeezed it so sweetly. She cut her eyes over to find Ernie staring at her with lust-filled eyes as he played with her tit. Then he pinched her nipple, really hard.

“Ugh! Hmmmgggh.”

Lone Star intensified her clit rubbing, alternating it with some finger fucking. She had Gloriosa a sopping wet mess down there, with wonderfully tingly sensations spiraling up into her core. Soon, the lovely Latina was panting through her nose, eyes glazed over in hedonistic bliss. She knew it was all wrong, so wrong, but everything they did to her felt so incredible. And then she felt it.

“Oh! Yes,” she cried, eyes huge and staring into space. “Yes! Yes! Faster!”

Lone Star rubbed faster, pressing hard against the FEM Fighter’s sensitive clit. Gloriosa began to buck, her insides trembling as that rush to climax consumed her.

“Yes. Fuck me! Fuck…,” she cried. And her insides erupted with pure passion and bliss. “Aaaggggh! Oh yes. Yes. Yes!”

“Hell yes,” Ernie growled. “I can’t wait any longer.”

The old man crawled up atop the island, and slipped in between Gloriosa’s quivering thighs. He gave her pussy a lick, and lingering kiss. Then Ernie kissed and fondled his way up her amazing body. He spent a few minutes all over her amazing tits, kissing, sucking, nibbling. And then Ernie caught Gloriosa’s eyes.

“I dreamed of this moment every day and night in prison, Gloriosa,” he growled.

She looked down her body. He had hold of his erection, guiding it to her pussy. Her breath caught when he pressed against her nether lips, and felt that slick flesh part to let him in.

“Wait, Ernie! I think – ” Her big brown eyes rolled up as his long, thick dick slid deep inside her. “Ugggh!”

Her legs began to pump, back and forth, again. Ernie pulled back, and thrust in even deeper.

“Uggh!”

“Better than I dreamed,” he gasped out.

Ernie claimed her lips in a deep, demanding kiss as he thrust into her like a man possessed. Her already energized and climaxed body responded profoundly. She bucked and writhed, and even ground her pussy against his cock. Her wrists remained bound behind her back, while she longed to wrap her arms around her lover.

His hands tormented her sensitive nipples, pinching, pulling, twisting. His cock completely filled her up, feeling so wonderful. Too wonderful. Gloriosa knew she shouldn’t be enjoying it, but her body responded despite her personal feelings toward the man.

It didn’t take long before Ernie’s thrusts became more desperate, more frantic. She realized he was about to have his long awaited happy ending deep inside her body. The thought energized her libido, and she felt the change inside. That surge to climax began, but slower this time. Hot tingles flowed up and down, all the way to her hands and feet. And then…

“Ugh. Oh, yes,” Ernie gasped out, as she felt hot cum filling her vagina.

That pushed Gloriosa over the top again. “Aaaggggh! Oooooh, so wrong. So wrong.”

“True,” Leon said, stepping up next to her face. He held out his phone to her. “Look at this.”

Gloriosa realized her mistake, but too late. She looked. Looked right at the phone, with the hypno app running. The effect was immediate and profound. Her mind went blank, and warmth flowed down through her body.

“You are our slave, Gloriosa,” Leon said. He reached over and slowly peeled off her yellow mask, revealing her naked face to everyone. “What is your real name?”

“I am your slave, Master. I obey,” she gasped out, still breathless. “I am Jessica Maria Alvarez.”

“Welcome to slavery, Jessica,” he said. “Now, get down and start sucking my dick.”

“Yes, Master, I obey,” she said. Gloriosa waited for Ernie to pull out and move away, before she rolled off the island, dropped to her knees before Leon, and unzipped him. Pulling out his cock, she held his eyes while she started to kiss, lick, and nuzzle his cock and balls. “I am yours, Master. I obey.”